The Unmentionables, Woolly Mammoth’s incendiary season-opener, boasts one of the strongest companies to tread a District stage this year. Their comic timing is both tight and loose, like a well-rehearsed but highly instinctive group of musicians. But the real star is Bruce Norris’s play itself, a screwball satire about imperialism, do-gooderism and hypocrisy. Set in equatorial West Africa, this jeremiad finds as much fault with supposedly altruistic relief workers who come to ease their…

To be honest, Washington, it’s taking everything we’ve got not to put up eight or nine posts today just indulging in our need to whine about how nasty hot it is outside. Apparently the humidity today and tomorrow is going to be so intense, it could feel like it’s 105 degrees. Can we all agree that this is not OK? OK. Thanks. We’ll move on to the headlines then, and by “move on” we don’t…

Yesterday was the perfect day for playing a little hooky — beautiful springtime weather and the Nationals’ home opener would tempt anyone, including us. Some of those who gave in to those temptations weren’t too good about hiding them, especially to the media or their employers. As written in a Post article on the Nats’ 7-1 loss to the New York Mets: “This is our team,” declared Lynette Jackson, 50, of D.C., who called…

Chanting and carrying signs asking President Bush to “fight tyranny” in Togo, a hundred or so Togolese protesters marched north on Connecticut Avenue this afternoon under careful watch by the Metropolitan Police. Tourists in Woodley Park going to and from the National Zoo looked a little confused. “Mommy, where’s Toe-go?” this DCist overheard one child ask her mother. “Ahh, I think it’s in Africa,” she replied. So what’s going on in Togo, that skinny…